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In Our Aging
Climb into our bed beside me.
Let's tangle up like yarn in a basket-
Carefully knit together my hands
To yours- mindlessly leave notes
With a sultry undertone
In your kisses- rid my scars with your -
Selfish
Death is a homeless cat
Sleeping outside your door- hesitantly
Prowling on the porch, while
Searching for its ultimate owner.
It begs for leftovers,
Mewling in desperation -
Money pit heart
If I gave you the keys
Would you settle down in my money pit heart?
She’s a fixer-upper,
But you always loved the feeling of a hammer.
Together we’ll work these calloused hands –
Compose a home fit for the two of us. -
“You looked depressed with that slouched posture.”
When I straightened my posture-
Creating (and becoming) a statue as
The pinnacle of impeccable posture-
It seemed to be that I no longer
Held this deep-seated weight
On my once infamously slouched -
Episodes
A young-minded puppy that is full-grown
Bumping into the coffee tables
Knocking off picture frames and wine bottles
Unknowing of the damage
Until she steps on the glass
And the blood leaks from her paws -
leaking epics
I.
The crack in my ceiling idly opens to let Calypso’s
clueless hands reach for my body like a rag doll.
I’m handled with care despite my bedrock mold.
Loves
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Sugaring
Steam rises from the chimney
with a G-rated "come hither"
into the cerulean blue sky.You feel drawn towards it
like a moth to a porch light
on a warm June evening.
"Come hither." -
Garment Workers In LA
City streets fill, coming to life like the beginning of a movie
The buildings glimmer on the outside similar to a new ruby
But inside everyone toils endlessly like it’s their duty
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Supernova
The explosion of a star,
Happens so far-
away, you’ll never see it.
Though, in the death,
The colors are like a breath-
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The Lonely Beetle
The green lonely beetle tracked long through high rivers and the underpass.
By 6 pm it delivered a little girl with crooked cut bangs to a little tan house.
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After
“What happens beyond life?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, after we die.”
“Well the point is that we don’t know.”
“But what do you think will happen?”
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"Alice, What is Special?"
This was inspired by Alice Duer Miller's "Are Women People"
“Alice, what is special?”
“Specialty is difference.”
“The difference of what?”